A Moment in Time

Chapter 3

Niall and I talked for what seemed like ages. He was really excited when I told him I had to stay in shape for football (soccer) season. Finally Buzz A.K.A. Liam called Niall over and told him it was time to go. He grabbed his bag, scribbled something and a piece of paper, dropped the paper, and left. I picked up the paper as soon as I heard the door close behind the five boys. I heard a clang as Megan set down her weights and rushed over, almost tackling me. "Oh my God, Emily! Is that what I think it is?" she squealed. I read the page. It said simply, "CALL ME."

I glanced at the digits under the words. I have Niall Horan's phone number. I have Niall Horan's number. Megan gasped. "Em, do you know what this means? Harry invited me to their concert on him, and you have Niall's number. This means...they like us!" I rolled my eyes.

"Calm down Megs," I said. "We don't know that for sure, and plus they're celebrities. What is our chance of dating them?" I continued. Of course I wanted to believe they liked us, but one of us had to be the realist here. Megan responded simply with, "The concert's tonight."

"Oh crap!" I exclaimed. "We have to go home now if we want to make it!" She nodded. We stared at each other for a few seconds, and then we grabbed our stuff and made a mad dash to the car. I sped home, almost breaking the gas pedal. We ran to our bathrooms as soon as we got in, showering as quickly as possible. We then got dressed hurriedly. I wore my sleeveless turquois blouse with skinny jeans, my black leather jacket, and black combat boots. To soften the look, I did a small waterfall braid down the left side of my head and threw on my silver bowtie necklace. I applied foundation, mascara, and liquid eyeliner as well. I ran out of my room and knocked on her door. She opened it, asking, "How do I look?" "Perfect!" I said. She was wearing a sleeveless black and white Ozzy Osbourne tank under a bleached denim shirt. With her ripped skinny jeans, spiked black sneaker wedges, and black beanie, she looked awesome. I grabbed my phone and found the paper in my back pocket. Taking a deep breath, I dialed his number.

It rang twice before a thick Irish accent answered. "Hullo," he said. "Hello Niall, its Emily from the gym. Harry said he has two tickets for Megan and me for tonight's concert. Where should we get them?" I asked. "Oh, just call me when you get in and we'll send guards 'round to pick you up, okay?" I smiled. "Okay Niall. Bye!"

"Bye!" he said. I hung up, grabbed Megan by the arm, and pulled her out the door. I didn't have the patience to wait for the elevator so we ran down three flights of steps. When we got in the car, Megan called out directions as I drove like a maniac. I thought the old car was just going to give out. I called Niall as soon as we reached the parking lot of the stadium, and sure enough two guards showed up to escort us backstage. We followed them through long hallways and locked doors until we finally reached the boys lounge. I put on my best smile as the opened the door, really wishing that we had stopped to eat